15. Ivy
Chapter 15
Ivy
Thorne is still looking at me.
Is he here to deliver my fate?
Goosebumps slither across my skin and the spine-tingling sensation of fear creeps into my throat. It slides down to my core and sits there like a nest of poisonous snakes.
I’ve waited for him for the last two days to get back to me. Every second of the day saw me going insane as I worried about all the horrible things that could happen to me and my family because of my foolish mistake.
All Thorne is doing is staring. Staring at me while he smokes.
Is he waiting for me to go outside to him?
Maybe that’s it. Even though he broke into my room the other night, that was super late. The girls are still awake. If he comes in and anyone sees him walking into my room, it’s going to look weird.
I break away from the prison of those bright blue eyes and grab my robe, deciding to go out to him, but when I look back through the window, he’s gone.
Thorne is gone like he was never there. I can’t even see which way he went.
All that greets me is the stillness of nothing and a host of shadows that live in the night.
He’s just fucking with me again. Fucking with me and taking pleasure in my distress.
I have no idea what he’s thinking and as the days have gone by I’ve lost perspective on what he might do. From what I know about Thorne Ivanov, I can tell he’s volatile, reckless and vicious. To be that way you also have to be heartless, which doesn’t bode well for me.
The one thing I’m holding on to is the fact that he saved me from being caught at Raventhorn Hall. That suggests something human resides in him.
I hope I’m right.
More importantly, I hope that Thorne will give me an answer soon.
He warned me not to run, but if he doesn’t tell me what he’s going to do I’d be a fool to stick around.
I can’t put my family at risk. The more days that pass, the more dangerous things become. For all of us.
“Ryan Konilova asked me out. Do you think I should say yes?” Isabelle asks, glancing at Mackenzie and me nervously as we turn down the path.
The three of us are heading to the pizzeria for dinner.
“You waited until now to tell us this?” Mackenzie snaps, nudging Isabelle in her side.
“Ouch. And yes. I waited because I needed to think about it.”
“Why? He’s hot and he’s a Bratva heir. The answer should be yes.”
“I don’t know. What do you think, Ivy? You’ve been super quiet. All week.”
“Hey, maybe she’s still traumatized from that horrible tunnel experience.” Mackenzie places an arm around me.
I never told anyone, including Tiffany, about Raventhorn Hall. I made it seem like my encounter with the rats in the tunnels was my punishment.
Tiffany wasn’t happy that I’m still a student here, and only she and I know what her true intentions were.
She never mentioned anything about it and she never called my parents either. I have a feeling that Thorne spoke to her.
“I’m okay. Just tired.”
“I hate rats, so I feel your pain. If you need to talk about it, I’m here to listen.”
“Thanks.”
God, I wish the fucking rats were the problem. They’ve served as a good excuse but I can only act traumatized by vermin for so long.
It’s night again, and still nothing from Thorne.
“So, what do you think?" Isabelle asks with a little smile.
“About what?” Crap. I’ve lost my focus and can’t remember what she was talking about.
“Ryan. He asked me out. He seems nice enough and he’s not…”
“Kade,” Mackenzie fills in with disgust.
“Yeah. He’s not Kade.” Isabelle tries to sound like that’s a positive thing but I can tell she’s still hung up on him.
“I think you should go. It’s just a date.” I offer her a gentle smile.
“Okay, I’ll say yes.”
“Wonderful.” Mackenzie claps her hands. “Let’s talk about what you’re going to wear over dinner. You have to wear a killer dress and drop the Wednesday Adams look.”
“Not you, too. And I’m not trying to look like Wednesday Adams. I love Japanese street fashion. It suits me and my art.”
It does suit her, but I also understand what Mackenzie means.
“You can still be versatile,” Mackenzie scoffs. “Even you can agree with that. The dress you wore for the party last week was amazing. If you’re going on a date with Ryan you have to change things up a bit. Trust me.”
“Okay, fine. Maybe you’re right.” Again her voice dulls.
We head into the restaurant and they talk about the date, clothes, and makeup while I sink further into my despair.
I hardly speak and when the food arrives I barely touch it, giving the excuse that I don’t feel well.
It’s not a lie. That’s why I gave my mother the same excuse earlier today when we spoke.
I feel sick with worry and I haven’t eaten properly in days. Speaking to my mother was hard but I had to do it. I’d been avoiding her calls since the secret broke free.
I’m glad when Isabelle and Mackenzie finish eating and are too full to order dessert.
I just want to get back to my apartment.
Being alone and worrying about my life is awful but right now, it’s better if I’m by myself.
When we get back we say our good nights and branch off.
Feeling close to tears, I practically run to my apartment.
I open the door and sink against the hard wood once I’ve closed it. There I fall apart with my head in my hands and my entire body a shuddering mess.
And that’s when I smell the distinct scent of tobacco.
My apartment usually smells like honey and roses, so that smell could only be there for one reason.
One guy.
The guy who’s driven me crazy since I first stepped onto this campus.
The guy who holds my future in his hands.
I rush away from the door, look around the living room, then head to the bedroom where I find him.
Thorne is sitting on my bed with his feet up on my sheets looking through my notebooks. He’s still smoking and even though he knows I’m standing in the doorway, he hasn’t looked up at me yet.
“Why does everything sound like death?” He flicks through the notebook that holds most of my compositions. “You have no variety.”
“What if I don’t want variety?”
“If you want to play for companies like the Philharmonic Orchestra then you need variety.”
“I’ll take that into consideration if I live long enough to apply.”
He sets the notebook down and makes a show of resting back on the stack of pillows with his arms above his head.
The dragon on his neck looks as vicious as he is, but the display of raw muscle under his short-sleeved T-shirt sends a ripple of heat through me.
“The bed smells like you. The room smells like you. I like it.”
This is so freaking awful. He’s fucking with me again, and I have to wait and take it.
“Can you just put me out of my misery and let me know what you’re going to do? Please. It’s not just me I have to worry about.”
“Yes, I’m sure your mother and Levgen would be very disappointed to know you’ve fucked up all their carefully-laid plans to keep you alive.”
“That only happens if you tell someone. I will do anything if you keep my secret.”
“I know, malen'kiy olen' . I know you’ll do anything . So here’s what I’ve decided to do…” He pauses and stares at me, his eyes roaming over my body carefully and leisurely. It feels like centuries pass between us and all the ages of the earth before his lips part to speak again. “I won’t tell anyone.”
The tension prickling my scalp loosens and hope fills my heart at this possibility. Until Thorne straightens and gives me a devious smile.
Malice and mischief come alive in his eyes and my little spark of hope flatlines faster than a heart with no beat.
“You want something in return.” My voice is a hushed whisper.
“You learn fast, little deer.”
“What do you want?”
“You.”
“You want me?” I search the hard lines of his face.
“Yes. I won’t tell anyone, but in return for my silence I get you. I get to own you. Every single part of you.” The smile that dances across his lips makes Hannibal Lecter’s look like nothing. “You do whatever I tell you and you belong to me to do with as I wish, for as long as I call you mine.”
I didn’t realize how badly I was trembling until I glanced down and saw the ripple of fear trembling through my hands. The same thing is happening to my legs.
He wants to own me.
I lift my chin and level him a hard stare. “What happens when you stop calling me yours?”
“How about we cross that bridge when we get there? You haven’t agreed yet, and I’d say your choices are very limited.” He puts out his cigarette on my pencil holder I got from Holland, then he pushes to his feet and comes closer. “What’s it going to be, Bambi?”
Like he said, my choices are limited. Thorne knows my secret.
He could tell his uncle at any time. My only chance of staying alive and making sure that Mom and Levgen are safe is to agree. Agree and be his and trust in his word.
Trust in him but be mindful that he could destroy me with the truth.
“Yes. I agree. I’ll do what you want me to do.” What am I getting myself into? It doesn't matter. Whatever happens next will be better than getting my parents killed.
“Wonderful. Well, I think we should get started straight away.” His eyes darken with lust and hot desire.
“What do you want me to do?”
He steps closer and cups my face. His touch is almost gentle and would be if not for the malevolence alive in his expression.
“I want you to take your clothes off, then get on your knees and suck my dick. I want you to take my dick deep into your pretty little mouth. Then I want to fuck your face until you choke on it. Once I’m done, you’ll let me come down your pretty throat.”
My ears burn from the heat of his dirty words and my mind fills with the wild, sinful image of us in such an erotic state. I’ve never done anything like what he’s demanding of me.
I’ve been so worked up that I hadn’t even realized he’s the only person who’s ever seen me naked. The most I’ve done is kiss.
Now I have to be his slut.
“Don’t keep me waiting.” He taps my cheek and winks at me. “I hate waiting.”
Swallowing my pride, I lift the hem of my tank top and pull it over my head. Because I want to save the hardest part for last, I take off my shoes, then jeans.
I’m stuck between my bra and my panties but I go with my bra first, allowing my breasts to spill out.
Thorne keeps his gaze riveted to my body.
The heat from his stare touches me everywhere. It feels like my insides are on fire by the time I take my panties off.
Then I’m naked. Naked again. And the look on his face is like that of a hungry wolf who hasn’t eaten in years.
I’m about to go down on my knees but he takes my arm and turns me around in a circle so he can get a good look at my body, then he traces a finger over my stomach and up to my breasts, where he lingers. I go still, holding my breath.
“Mine,” he mutters, gliding his finger over the swell of my breasts.
He takes a moment to fondle them and squeeze before he lowers his head to suck my nipples.
I watch his tongue loop around the taut peaks and the sight of him sucking is so hot it makes me wet.
I’m so stupid. Even my body is betraying me at the worst time ever.
He sucks on me for a while before stepping away to unzip his pants.
Thorne pushes his pants and boxers down, and I stare with anticipation remembering his taunt about his dick piercing.
When he frees his thick, very hard cock, I stare at it, shell-shocked. There’s no piercing but…
He’s huge . Like really huge and his cock is so long and hard that it looks like it’s straining.
Thorne flexes his hand around his length, fisting it. I’m shocked to see his cock grow even harder. “Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to wear my piercing next time, just for you.”
I can’t look away from his cock. This is the first time I’ve seen one of those in real life and the first time I’ll have one in my mouth. I don’t even know what the hell to do first.
“Come on, Bambi, let me teach you how to please me,” he says, reading my mind. I suppose it wouldn’t be that hard since I know I look like the terrified virgin. “Get on your knees and open your mouth.”
I lower to my knees, then with his free hand he digs his fingers into my hair and directs his cock to my mouth, which now has precum beading at the tip.
I open my mouth and take him in, eliciting a deep groan from his lips.
The sound makes me clench my thighs together to try and control my wetness. I don’t even know if that will work, but it seems to calm my arousal.
Thorne pushes me down on his cock and suddenly he’s pumping into my mouth, in and out. He slides deeper until he hits the back of my throat. I gag but he holds me in place so I take what he’s giving me.
He starts fucking my face like he said he would and his groans of pleasure increase.
His thrusting becomes relentless and savage and, damn me, it feels good.
Everything feels good. The way he’s owning my mouth with his cock, the way his pleasure-filled groans sound, the way he’s touching me.
I hate that I find myself sinking into his dominance, even though tears stream from my eyes.
Thorne pounds into my mouth, continuing his savagery until his cock jerks and the hot flow of cum hits the back of my throat.
Threading his fingers through my hair, he guides me to drink his cum, and I do. I swallow it all, feeling it slide down my throat. It feels like a mark of ownership inside me.
Thorne loosens my hair, then releases me and pulls his cock out of my mouth.
I watch him tuck himself back into his pants and smooth his hair back.
“Lesson one complete. You did well, little deer.”
He’s already talking to me like I’m a whore. I have to bite down hard on my back teeth to keep my rage from spilling out.
“You will come to my place tomorrow. You’re spending the night.” He smiles down at me.
“You want me to spend the night?” Translation : he’s going to fuck me.
“Yes. Get there at six and let yourself in. I’ll leave something out for you to cook.”
“You want me to cook?”
“Are you going to repeat everything I say? This is what being owned means, Bambi. Get used to it. You and I are just getting started.”
To piss me off further he leans forward and plants a kiss on my forehead, then he leaves me kneeling there, naked on the floor.
I listen for his footsteps until I hear him open the door and let himself out.
My life is a nightmare.
An absolute shitshow of a nightmare.
Thorne is just getting started, and now that I’ve signed my life away to him there’s nothing I can do but obey.